CHAPTER ELEVEN
Declan’s lips trailed tantalizingly over my skin with hot, open-mouth kisses, as he licked and sucked every inch of me his mouth could reach.
He was gentle and deliberate with his movements, only sucking up marks on parts of my body that weren’t easily visible—under my breasts, on my abdomen, the inner parts of my thighs, and that delicate spot between my hip and pussy.
My back—seemingly with a mind of its own—arched as Declan closed his lips over my nipple and started sucking. And I moaned as he gently massaged the other breast, before switching back and forth between them; alternating between licks and gentle caresses.
I whispered Declan’s name, my brain nothing but goop at this point, as I mumbled gibberish, interspersed with pleas and demands for him not to stop.
He chuckled, releasing my nipple with a wet pop before slowly inching his way down my body, his tongue dipping into my belly button before he settled between my legs.
He ran his nose over my clit, inhaling deeply before letting out a long-suffering sigh. “I’ve been dreaming of eating you out ever since that night in the bar,” he mused.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, surprised I could still make words work.
“Yeah, I remembered how good you tasted that night and fantasized about what it would be like to have you spread out in front of me like this every night for the rest of my life so I could feast on this sweet pussy of yours.”
My heart fluttered about drunkenly in my chest, and the urge to blurt out something stupid—like wild declarations of affection—was so strong, I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to stay quiet.
Then his words caught up to me.
He fantasized about me? Every night?
So I wasn’t alone in my desires for him?
My heart melted just a little.
Almost every night since that night in the bar, I’d dreamed about being with Declan again. Some of those dreams were raunchy and explicit. While others were of us, simply being together—holding hands or cuddled up on a couch, his head resting in my lap as I read him something from a book.
My thoughts and my emotions had drifted dangerously close to that elusive realm, but one swipe of Declan’s tongue to my warm, open center fixed that immediately.
The moan that tore out of me was so loud, I was sure the neighbors a couple of floors down had heard it.
Declan—the evil bastard—chuckled, and the vibrations of his laughter sent liquid heat pooling into my lower belly, and oozing out to land on his eager tongue. He groaned at the taste of me, before latching on to my clit and sucking.
Stars danced behind my closed eyelids, and the grip I had on Declan’s lush red hair was so brutal, it was borderline criminal.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Come on my tongue.”
It was then that I realized my legs were shaking, and I was coming harder than I’d ever had, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
Declan lapped and sucked at my open pussy, his tongue diving inside to taste deeper.
The man was determined to drive me insane.
I was a sweaty, sobbing mess by the time my legs were done shaking, and Declan climbed up my body to seal his lips over mine.
I had just enough brain function to kiss him back, tasting my wetness on his tongue as the kiss grew hungry and probing.
He sucked on my tongue and tugged at my lips with his teeth. And all I could do was open wider for him as he devoured my soul through my mouth.
His kisses drove me wild, and his need to be under my skin was unmistakable with the press of his body to mine.
“I want inside you,” he whispered against my lips.
“Thought you’d never ask,” I panted, and he scrambled off of me, reaching for his bedside table and rummaging around inside its drawer.
He frowned, rummaged some more, then scouted closer to the edge of the bed to peer inside the nightstand.
“Fuck!” he swore.
“What’s wrong?”
He brought his hand up to reveal an empty condom box. “I ran out of condoms.”
I arched a teasing brow. “Ran out? As in, you’re busy having so much sex you’ve used them all in less time than you usually would?”
He chuckled and playfully swatted my thigh. “No clever girl. Out. As in, I haven’t had sex in so long I forgot to replace the empty box with new ones.”
His answer soothed something inside me that I didn’t know needed soothing.
“Well, I mean…” I hesitated before saying, “I haven’t had sex in well over a year. And the combination of meds that I’m on for my autoimmune disease makes it nearly impossible for me to get pregnant right now. So if you want to—”
“Are you sure?” he asked, sounding hopeful. “I’m clean. I can show you my last set of test results from three months ago, and I haven’t had sex since. I also used a condom the last time I did so…”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked again.
I smiled up at him. “Yes. I trust you.”
Declan grinned and pulled me in for another kiss, rolling us, so I was now on top.
Somewhere between kissing me and rolling us, he’d gotten rid of his boxers, and I was pressed up against his warm, hard cock, which I’d yet to get a good look at.
Breaking our kiss, I shifted, so I was straddling him, and my eyes traveled the length of his perfect body to his enormous cock.
I might have choked a bit at the sight of it.
Declan wasn’t just long. He was thick. So thick that when I wrapped my hand around his erection, my fingertips wouldn’t meet my thumb.
Thick, dark veins ran the length of it, ending with a swollen, angry purple head.
His erection was hot to the touch, flexing under my fingers as pre-cum seeped from the tip.
I actually did choke that time. “What the—”
He reached forward and brushed a thumb over my clit, and my words cut off on an indecent moan as he leaned up to kiss me.
I kiss him back just as eagerly, all while stroking my hands—yes, both of them, since one clearly wasn’t equipped for the job—up and down his massive member.
“Declan, I don’t think this’ll fit,” I said, and I meant it. Heck, I was kind of scared.
Seth was the only other man I’d ever had sex with, and while he wasn’t exactly small, compared to Declan, he was average—if not below that.
Declan smiled against my lips, his thumb circling my clit the whole time. “I think you can. I believe in you.”
That was kind of him, but I highly doubted it.
I shuddered, then moaned as he shoved two thick fingers inside my aching center and began moving them around—stretching me.
“That’s why I reversed our position so you were on top,” he whispered as he sucked on my earlobe. “I want you to control how much you take and how fast. But I know you will be a good girl for me and take it all, right?”
With the combination of his fingers inside me and his warm mouth and soft lips on my skin, I could do nothing else but nod and agree, remembering at the last minute that he needed my words before moaning loudly. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he said softly, pulling his fingers out of me.
Desperately missing the feel of him inside me, I scrambled to my knees and positioned the fat head of his cock at my wet and delicate opening.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock, inch by achingly sweet inch.
The stretch was a bit unbearable at first. Then Declan ran his thumb over my clit again, and that was all the encouragement my body needed to provide extra lubrication.
I gingerly sank onto him and didn’t stop until his hips were flush with mine.
“Fuuuck, darling,” Declan groaned, grabbing my hips and holding me in place to keep me from moving.
I actually didn’t mind the tiny bit of reprieve. It gave my insides time to adjust. And adjust they did.
I rotated my hips from side to side, and Declan groaned even louder, fingers digging into my hips for a firmer hold.
“No, sweetheart,” he pleaded, voice tight with lust. “No yet. If you move now, this will be over before it begins.”
He chuckled then, and I felt the vibrations of his laughter travel the length of my spine from my groin to settle in the back of my throat, and I moaned.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he continued. “I fear the slightest bit of movement will have me coming within seconds, and I can’t have that. I want to fuck you all night until you can’t walk around tomorrow without feeling me.”
I moaned again and crushed my lips to his, my walls clamping down on his massive cock, as I came for the second time that night.
Declan groaned and started to move, lifting me up and down the length of his cock with elegant ease.
It was slow at first, but after coming a second time, I was a lot wetter than I was before, and it didn’t take him long to start fucking me hard and deep, as I met each powerful upward thrust with equal fervor.
Soon, we were moving together in a sensual rhythm of slapping flesh, loud moans, and incoherent ramblings.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Declan urged, fucking me so deep, I saw stars.
“That’s it. Take my fucking cock like I know you can.
Ride me. Ride my fucking cock like the slut you are for it.
My perfect fucking girl. Perfect cunt, so tight and wet and mine.
Feel how good you squeeze me? Gonna breed you.
Gonna flood your insides with my cum and watch it leak out of you.
You want that? You want my cum, sweetheart? ”
Lost to the mind-numbing pleasure of him hammering away at my inside, I couldn’t do anything but agree.
Every filthy word he said to me, I wanted.
I was a slut for his cock. I was riding him and taking him like a good girl.
I wanted him to fill me up with his release, then watch it leak out of me. All of it. I wanted all of it.
I was fairly certain I’d said all of that, but in case I hadn’t, I moaned, “Yes, Declan! Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Make me yours.”
He dug his fingers into my hips and thrust even deeper. “Yes, that’s a good girl. Look at you. So fucking perfect how you take me. Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock. I want to feel your insides milking me dry as your sweet cunt sucks the cum out of my balls.”
I threw my head back and screamed as a third orgasm tore out of me, and I shook and shivered and rode Declan like a mad woman.
He let out a low growl, fingers digging into my hips as he slammed up into me one final time, his hard abs contracting as they pressed into the softness of my belly, as he came with a shout.
I slumped in his arms, and his hand traveled up my spine to grip the base of my neck, holding me firmly in place as he came and came.
When he was finally done, he loosened his grip on my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he angled my face toward his for a slow, sensual kiss.
“Fuck, you were perfect,” he panted against my lips. “You took me so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”
Fucked out and boneless, I couldn’t do anything but hum contentedly at his praise.
I did do well. And the feelings circulating inside my chest conveyed exactly how delighted I was with the ending of our night.